Motai madi alathu thotathil oru mani neram irupaal antha aangal veetai vitu veliye selum pozhuthu thaan thozhi veetin ulle poval.Enaku ore santhegamaa...a irunthathu aval veetin aruge sendru paarthen, thozhi thotathil irunthaal athanaal andru ennal pin puramaaga sendru ulle ena nadakirathu endru paarka mudiya villai. Adutha naal thozhi veetil irunthu koviluku sendraal antha neram paarthu thozhiyin mama oru ilamaiyaana aanai azhaithu vanthu vitan.Mama ulle sela villai kuda vantha aan matum ulle. And once I have a little, I only want more. I like toying with you and diligently extracting all kind of information with every session, every email, every task. Each time you’re left more exposed and vulnerable than before.You might be wondering if I’d really blackmail you into a life of extreme perversion. Or if I’d totally fuck you over for refusing to do the slutty things, I will demand you to do. The answer is fuck yes. I wouldn’t hesitate. Sexual blackmail is a game to me. I guarantee. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy's back. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some. Still doubtful, she picked up her phone and pushed two buttons. "Elaine?" she said into it. "It's Karen, in the front. Look, there's a man here, he says his name is Contain—" Costain," I repeated loudly. "Larry Costain." Larry Costain," she corrected into the phone. She spelled it, looking at me for confirmation; I nodded. "He's very insistent that the Senator will want to see him. Can you—" Pause. "No, he's not on the list, but he says—" Another brief pause. "I'll tell him."She hung up and.